Sweet love is probably: the sunshine between classes, the sunset at the end of the corridor; my eyes on your face. If a person likes you, you can't even hide it, and a little bit of it will leak out.
He: In the classroom, the sunlight shines through her soft hair, reflecting her eyes and face. At that moment, I looked at her in a trance. My eyes were full of her, full of light, countless lights. I thought to myself: It would be great if time could stay at this moment.
She: I don't know if it's an illusion or it's just the truth, but I always look at him inadvertently. I always like to frown unconsciously, and he suddenly smoothed my eyebrows gently with his hand. The moment we looked at each other, something in my heart was plucked.
Small theater
Best friend: walk slowly
Me: Why
Best friend: He is behind
Intention: The young man is as bright as the sun, how can I not be happy.